Murder By Death - Ghost fields

^AA dark ^F#mwind, ^Acome from the ^F#mfey. Blew ^Aunder her ^F#mskirt, a^And took her ^F#maway. ^AAnd now that she's ^F#mgone, the ^Aland seems to ^F#mchange. ^ALights on the ^F#mhills, have ^Anever looked so ^Estrange.

I ^Apass by these ^F#mhouses, all ^Aout of the^F#m way. ^AA lot of my friends ^F#mcame from here, ^Abut none of them still live here tod^Eay.

^AAs I walk a^F#mlone through the ^Aghost fields that re^F#mmain down the ^Abarren ^F#mroads ^Di reca^All your w^Eays

^EShe bends with the winds and he s^F#mhifts like s^Dand. I ^Etry to explain, but I'm not an ^F#meloquent ^Dman.

^EShe bends with the winds and he s^F#mhifts like ^Dsand. I ^Etry to explain, but I'm not an ^F#meloquent ^Dman. ^DDo you understand?

This ^Egirl, this boy, They were ^F#mpart of the ^Dland. What ^Ehappens to the places we^F#m used to te^Dnd? He's a ^Ehard one to trust, And she's a^F#m roving ^Dghost. Will you ^Ecome back, will you come back, Or ^F#mleave me al^Done?

^ESons, sons, Full of ^F#manger &a^Dmp; steam, Did you ^Efind what you were searching for, Or did you ^F#mbury the ^Ddream?

^EDaughters, daughters, Re^F#mturn to the ^Dfold. Will you ^Ecome back, will you come back, Now your ^F#mchildren are ^Dgrown?

She's ^Ealive, she's alive, A stone ^F#mfloating up^Dstream He was the ^Epale rider on a dark horse in a ^F#mcoal black ^Ddream... E F#m D (X3) E